Betreff: [Medical Bondage] An incomplete Story. . . . just to contribute. . (even if it's 
She lay there, unable to move or think. Her hands are imprisoned in heavy mittens and strapped in side a pair of leather cuffs. The leather cuffs are attached to a broad canvas strap, tightly hugging the bed. This bed comes with wheels. And 2 pair of steel railing encompasses her. Standard operating bed for class B patients. She tried to get up. Only being pushed back by a white Velcro strap holding her down just above her breasts. Natasha was helpless as a doll. 
In the California State Mental Institution, freedom is almost forgotten. Natasha was submitted for aggressive behavior back in high school. She went from the voluntary unit to the acute unit in a matter of days. Her parents haven't visited in months. Trying to forget that their daughter is in her current state. 
She looked out the window, the autumn wind caressed the liquiamba leaves. The door clicked. Doctor Sarah McGlee walked in with Nurse Jones. 
"How are we doing today Natasha? " Doctor McGlee inquired. She looked at them blankly, ignoring the formality. "No time for talk, time to get you to brackie" She added as she opened the door for Ms. Fletcher
The 2 worked together to remove the institutional restraints imposed on Natasha. Ms. Fletcher walked in, pushing a wheel chair. "I can walk, no wheelchair today" Natasha uttered. "Sorry girl, if only you can convince us that with your actions" said Sarah as she lifted her off the bed. They didn't bother with the useless conversation today. She had to go one way or another. 
Natasha resisted, swinger her arms violently in frustration. She hasn't changed a bit since day one… The nurse held her under the armpit and forced her to the wheelchair. Natasha moaned as she was put into a Pinoche like canvas jacket that was fixed to the chair beforehand. The jacket has no sleeves but it is very small and tight, with elastic segments on the inside. The purpose is purely to fix the patient securely in the transportation chair. Natasha's arms found their way through the opening while Sarah and Ms. Fletcher pulled the straps of the jacket tight, securing them at the back of the wheelchair, where they would be out of reach. Natasha cursed them as witches, but the nurse only smiled. The final strap above her breast was tightened and Sarah pushed her down the corridors. In her normal character, she kept on fidgeting and slide back and forth. She couldn't just slide out from the bottom as the wide cloth of crotch strap is connected to the chair's underneath. 
"Stop trying Natasha, its no use, we've being through this a million times, " The nurse advised. 
"Why don't you let me go then you sadists? "
"Because you can't control yourself. "
"Yeah, fuck you too"
"Watch your mouth your lady" warned Ms. Fletcher. 
"What are you going to do you mean old bitch? Gag me again? Can't do that for swearing, that's regulations" She shouted defiantly. 
"You got that right, I'll found another reason"
The wheel chair stopped by the self-serve. "Give her the usual, the potatoes and spinach. "
"NO! " Natasha screamed. She bursted into a rage as she tugged at the camio vest and started swinging her arms furiously. 
"I told you should have applied wrist restraints. " Ms. Fletcher reminded Dr. Sarah McGlee. 
She signed… "Sorry Natasha, " as Sarah took hold of one of Natasha's wrists and fixed the padding tightly with Velcro. 
"Not this! It's too tight" Shouted. 
The white padding secured nicely from the velcro built on, the second layer of leather cuff then got pulled tight. Sarah used the locking version and looped the thick strap around the metal slit. The double restraint cuff was built into the chair's arms. 
Natasha groaned as she tugged hard. Her other hand was held back forcefully by Ms. Fletcher. She was even twisting her arm. Sarah fixed the custom lock on and moved to do the same to the other hand. 
On the other side of the hall, Jessica just woke up. She had a very bad night sleep. Her pink luscious cheeks still looked as adorable as ever. She was wearing a light gray jumpsuit and a neat belt hugged her slim figure nicely. Her ample breasts caused subtle curves to the jump suit and her legs were so slim as to be wrapped nicely in the crisp material. Her legs were exceptionally long for a 16-year-old. Although she wasn't restrained, the drugs they've being giving her were very uncomforting. She tried to get up but fell to her side. These drugs are disorientating her severely. 
Nurse Susan helped her to stand, but soon she started veering left. 
"I better get you a wheelchair. " She said. 
"No. . please, I can walk. " She said as she fell left again. 
"Jessica, I have to, it's doctor's orders" She said, lying her down and leaving the room. 
Soon, Susan returned with a stretcher on wheels. 
"I'm sorry Jessica, we are out of wheelchairs, we'll have to use the stretcher"
She helped her to lie down and arranged her in the middle of the narrow bed. As she began to push her out she began rolling left again. Helplessly unaware. 
"Hang on there Jessica, you are going to fall off" Susan warned, getting a bit frustrated. 
"huhhh…. no…I am ok. " Jessica replied. 
Susan reached under the stretcher and pulled out a canvas strap. 
"I have got to strap you down, you are moving too much, " She said flatly. 
As she spoke, she found the corresponding pair and tightened it above her chest. She looped through the built in slits and under her amrs. 
"No…uh. . please . " Jessica moaned as she used her feeble hands to tug at the white canvas strap. Her legs swinging randomly. 
Nurse Susan soon produced ankle cuffs and fitted them around the bed and railing. 
"Sorry about this Jessica. " She said pitifully. 
The jump suit Jessica was wearing was standard issue typeB. Which means there are reinforced loops built into the key points of the suit: wrists, ankles and waste. Padding is all built into the double layered suit. The suit comes with an elastic neck fitting with several strips of canvas webbing reinforced. A bronze zipper runs up from the back, locking at the back of the neck. 
Susan easily ran the canvas straps through the built in loops and both her legs were secured nicely on the narrow stretcher. 
After fixing her, she pushed her to the open area, heading for the canteen. 
Nurse Susan met with Sarah and Ms. Fletcher at the open canteen area. 
After fixing Jessica her usual favorites, she sat her next to Natasha. Natasha was being fed, due to her restrained nature, but Jessica managed to eat by herself after settling down into the special chair of the canteen. Ms. Fletcher and Susan started their usual mundane discussion while Jessica and Natasha started their favorite conversations. 
"They stoogled you again? Why? " Jessica asked. 
"Because they are that gay" Natasha replied openly. 
Sarah, who smiled, did not care. She was no fan of the treatment at this place. 
"How long are you going to keep her like this Ms. McGlee? " Jessica asked
"As long as Ms. Fletcher insists. She never takes me seriously, " replied Sarah. 
As they chatted, they saw a new girl came through the door. She was new here and she walked in her self. 
"Who's that? " Sarah Asked. 
"A girl that got transferred here yesterday, her name is Melissa Stiener Jones. " Ms. Fletcher said, looking at her direction. "
She was approached by a male nurse who had her put into a rather wide canvas belt. After fastening the belt behind her, she cuffed her hands in standard institutional handcuffs with padding. The cuffs were of course fixed to the sides of the belt. She was then held by the arm and taken down the hall. 
After Breakfast, Jessica was released from her restraints. Her co-ordination was passable but not perfect.
She made her way down the hall to find this new girl Melissa. The first few rooms were empty, mainly housing the old patients, who joined the others out side in the daily compulsory exercise scheme.
She made her way to section B, where more violent subjects are contained. Looking through the 21 rooms with steel mesh reinforced glass, she was no where to be found either. Section C is the last block. It's guarded by a iron mesh fence and a security terminal. She could only see so far into the corridor which had 4 rooms on each side but she saw all that was needed. Melissa was face down on the ground, her legs kicking helplessly and her brunette hair was pulled back by the only male orderly in the seen while a female nurses laced together the myriad array of straps which hang off the Straitjacket. It was the first time Jessica saw that jacket. It was "a step in" version. Its collar was rather tight, made from elastic banding which hugs the skill closely. There is no crotch strap like the standard models, but instead, the jacket covers the entire area between the legs, a dedicated section made from some material Jessica can't quiet recognize, but it seemed hard but flexible. The female nurse, maybe in her 30s obviously was very experienced with that jacket. The straps where all done in less than a minute. Jessica could help feeling sorry for the girl. The male orderly, called by the name "Dug" is the most strict and unpleasant one to deal with. He normally works in Section C but occasionally comes to B to find some problems. He had Melissa's hair pulled back and her face was pressed firmly onto the ceramic tiling. Her eyes glowing with tears looked beaten and in despair. They looked up to see Jessica and stayed there. Jessica starred back, feeling uncomfortable. Melissa's mouth seemed to move. Did she ask me to help? Jessica stepped back, making a sign saying she can't do anything.
Melissa was soon brought to her feet and led by the arm to room 3. She shouted and begged but the heavy door opened and she was pressed in. Dug came out and the door was shut. The double lock clicked into place and they left, glancing at Jessica.
When she returned to the canteen area, to her great surprise Natasha was also released. She looked around with a bright smile on her face, Ms Fletcher was no where to be seen.
"Where is Fletcher? " She asked, excited.
"Her moma died or something so the bitch went home. Ha! " Natasha shot back.
"Natasha, that's not very nice" Sarah looked at her in a motherly manner.
"yeah yeah, well, if she was even half human maybe I wouldn't have said that"
The conversation was short. It was time for Jessica to see Dr. Polito. She was taken there buy Nurse Susan and left in corridor to wait. She sat down, viewing the place with a sense of hate and love. Her 3 years here has left some very horrible and fond memories. From her first diagnosis as having mental depression to "left delect syndrome, " she's being affiliated closer to the staff and patients here day by day. Her mental problems although were quickly resolved by the effective but unpleasant drugs, this very place has become her central issue. On the last days when the doctors thought that she was ready to leave and go back into society again, she lost the edge. On that conversation with Dr. Polito, she bursted into outrage, accusing them of probing the mind of the weak. Her out rage was so unexpected that the review board looking from "the other side" decided to extend another 6 months of observation. This was strongly opposed by Dr. Polito but she had only the advisory power, the review committee holds the executive power. The situation quickly escalated and Jessica was sent to contained in section B for potential hostility. Her life there only strengthened her belief that the system is corrupt and not working. Jessica's daily life has become a life of discomfort influenced buy the acute drugs and limited buy institutional restraints. 3 weeks ago, Dr. Polito had her moved to section A where her life has become much more "free" and un-prison like. The chief in charge of the girl's Ward, Ms Fletcher had a long argument with Dr. Polito on this but she was eventually transferred to Sector A for a "trial period. "
"You can come in now Jessica, " Dr. Polito called.
She walked in, looked around and found the same office. Hospital smell, crisp air and the year old uninspiring decorations.
"So, how have you being at your new home? " Dr. Polito asked with a smile.
"It's good. At least I can scratch an itch at night, those damn 4 point restraints can really piss me off"
"Well, I sure can imagine, look Jessica, just keep cool and I will do my part to persuade the committee. You do realise your NO. 1 goal here is to get out? Once you are outside the contractual obligations of the commitment papers signed by your parents, you can come back and fight your war on ethics. "
"I am 19 already, those papers should be invalid. Their validity should only be re-established if I choose to resigned it myself, " she shot back sounding like a lawyer.
Dr. Polito sat back on her leather chair and smiled: "we've been through this before. "
"Yes and whatever I say is never right. You are ALWAYS right. Please remind me of the last time you told me that I was right? "
"It's not me that wrote the regulations Jessica, I am on your side here. "
"Then get me outta here. " Jessica walked out.
Her stay was short, as usual. She can't stand the hypocrisy in that room. The help, the love, the what ever they want to call it. As she walked pass the medication room she saw the mark on the wall and smiled to her self. It's Natasha's work some 2 years ago. Her incident with Fletcher. Natasha isn't your average girl. She's of Russian origins and her father represented the Russian Tae Kong Do team in 92. Her father dedicated his time in teaching her the art before she went to the states at the age of 17. To say that she was good would be an insult. Fletcher broke her arm on that piece of brick. Even now, it's still unrepaired.
That was the first time they tried to put Natasha into a Straitjacket with only 2 orderlies. Fletcher was hurt bad and the other girl lost her consciousness. Natasha was caught at the main gate where she met the dead end. Literally 12 nurses and orderlies covered her and forced her into the canvas wrap. She was injected and when she woke up, she was in Sector C. In Sector C, saying movement is reduced would be waste talk. Natasha stayed there for 3 weeks. In daytime, she's normally kept in the soft room Straitjacketed and ankle cuffed. She is kept in the small 22 square feet enclosure all day. At night she is put into bed by at least 4 nurses. After she's sedated, she's removed of her jacket and put into 4 point restraints with chest, waist and knee straps. All locking and standard issue for sector C. In her stay here, she's never being allowed to be even trialed in Sector A.
When Jessica returned to the sitting room, her friend Natasha wasn't there anymore. The place was awfully quiet. She could hear a women's voice in the background, she seemed to be delivering some kind of speech.
She walked down the corridor to investigate the source of this unfamiliar voice and was confronted by a nurse.
"What are you doing here on your own? " The Nurse asked bluntly. She was in her 30s and Jessica has never seen her before.
"Nothing, I just came back from Dr. Polito's office. Who the hell are you? " Jessica was not very happy.
"I'm nurse Joanna, I've being assigned here after the Demitri incident. Get back to your room right now before I write you up" She finished her sentence crisp and strong, turned her back and left.
Jessica went to the girl next to her room.
"What the hell is going on here? "
"Denis Demitri put 34 cuts into her face yesterday night, Bitch Fletcher left and a new staff team was just assigned to make sure nothing like this ever happens again. You know what that means? It means we are fucked - big time. They are saying something about supervision at all times. You'll have to get an orderly to go with you if you have to take a piss. I mean, what the hell is that? "
Jessica didn't say a word. She walked down the corridor, turned life to head into Sector B. Jessica stopped by room 12 and was about to go in. Inside was Natasha all right- and other people took. 3 Nurses had Natasha lie face down and put her into a wide canvas belt strapped tight at the back. She wasn't making any of her usual noises, not because she didn't want to but because the female nurse had her hand over her mouth. After fixing the belt, they had her turned over and wrapped her wrists in leather cuffs. The sound of the locks clicking and together with the moaning of Natasha could be heard through the door.
They were done. Because Natasha didn't do anything wrong they couldn't put her in full restraints. They could only put her into basic restraints under the name of "precaution. " Natasha sat on the bed and tugged at the leather cuffs that were attached to the two extremes of her canvas restraint belt. There was no point. Not only were they locking versions, they were attached to the pre-fixed loops on her jump suit. Everything connected to everything else. B patients never had a chance.